Nacrtaj mi nebo

Nacrtaj mi nebo,

ali ne ovo što visi iznad glava.

Daj mi nebo što nema ime,

ni boju što se pamti.

Daj mi boju

koju nikad nisam osetio u grudima,

koja ne liči ni na krv, ni na more,

ni na senku sna.

Misliš da tražim previše.

A ja samo tražim ono najprostije:

da vidiš kako srce gleda,

i kako um crta,

kad ruke miruju,

a oči ćute.

Ne treba mi svetlost.

Ne treba mi platno.

Samo nebo koje još nije bilo,

i ruka koja ga zna.

Razneseni svemir, Vladimir Tomić, Oblak Kaktusa

(Iz Ciklusa Tajnog Pogleda)

Draw Me a Sky

Draw me a sky,
but not the one that hangs above our heads.
Give me a sky with no name,
no color the memory can hold.

Give me a color
I've never felt in my chest,
one that’s nothing like blood, or sea,
or the shadow of a dream.

You think I’m asking too much.
But all I want is the simplest thing:
for you to see the way the heart sees,
and how the mind draws,
when hands are still
and eyes stay quiet.

I don’t need light.
I don’t need canvas.
Just a sky that’s never been,
and a hand that knows it.